The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
5 whole years of Heir Apparent goodness! When I started the site, I knew I was hunkering down for the long haul, but I never could have predicted the numerous twists and turns this roleplay site has seen. Hundreds of plots, characters, and members have come and gone, all leaving marks on the site. I am so very thankful for those who have invested. Because you keep coming back, keep getting on, and keep writing, Heir Apparent has the legacy it does today. Three cheers to us!
Post by Regan Lassiter on Aug 20, 2023 12:54:39 GMT -5
Regan snorted, laying down on the floor fully now and staring up at the ceiling. She listened to Aldrich’s voice, letting the heat of the whiskey sink into her limbs with its delicious numbness. She sighed, shaking her head.
“You’re thinkin’ too much—that’s your problem,” Regan said to the ceiling, “Best part of the military is doing as your told. Not asking too many questions. One foot in front of the other. And when the time comes…” Regan let her head fall to the side with a grin, “Who doesn’t like a good fight?”
If Regan ever looked chaotic, it was now. It lived in every bit of her toothy grin and her wild, distantly crackling eyes.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 25, 2023 16:12:23 GMT -5
Aldrich was starting to slowly sober up now he had given up his access to the bottle. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Doing as you're told", he repeated before making a tutting sound. "Miss Lassiter, you're a rogue soldier with a complicated relationship with the Captain Commander. You're the last person who should be telling me how nice it is to follow orders." He laughed some more and leaned forward in the chair, reaching out for the whiskey after all. He didn't like sobering up. Nadine never liked following orders either.
It was then that he noticed the look in Regan's eyes. The mention of a fight seemed to have awoken something in her. "Who let the dog out?" he asked, of course referring to her werewolf/hound form that he had recently discovered a little about.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Aug 25, 2023 17:13:54 GMT -5
“Miss Lassiter,” She repeated, rolling her eyes before taking another heavy swig of whiskey and chasing the calm that it brought. Regan needed it—anything to quench her burning insecurity. The nagging neediness for her king. The missing Warren, the physical hunger that had her eyes looking at Aldrich a little too freely as he reached for the whiskey. It would be enough for Aldrich to notice as her cheeks flushed scarlet. A tiny, needy noise rumbled in the back of her throat.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Regan smirked, raising an eyebrow and relinquishing the whiskey bottle. She lay back on her elbows, staring up at him, smile fading for a moment before she said softy:
“You’re, uh, keeping that whole, uh, ‘dog’ thing to yourself, yeah? I don’t want people, uh, asking questions…” It wasn’t accusatory—quite the opposite. Regan’s eyes were big and needy as she bit the inside of her cheek in uncertainty.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 27, 2023 13:25:36 GMT -5
He still wasn't sure whether she liked to be called miss or not. It seemed that when it was used as a joke, it didn't bother her but only made her roll her eyes. A flashback to another time he had her rolling her eyes came over him, but he pushed the memories away. It was hardly appropriate to think about that while he was sitting here with a broken heart.
He winked at her while she held out the bottle for him. Her cheeks were turning as bit red, and the man in him didn't mind fueling that a bit, although he realised he had to be cautious. For two reasons. Again, his broken heart. Before he knew it, he and Regan would be discussing whether they were friends or not again, and he really didn't want to lose a friend right after having lost Nadine. Even if she didn't consider him a friend, she certainly was one to him. And secondly, her cheeks turning scarlet also meant the beast was near. It was a blessing and a curse. His chest had definitely been the evidence of that.
He took a swig of the whiskey and made a satisfied sound. It burned his throat just eight. He looked at the bottle, almost as if he loved it. Maybe whiskey was his only true love. Then he looked at Regan, who asked him a question.
"I told you back in the shed that your secret was safe with me. We can agree to disagree, but friends don't go spreading friends' secrets when they fight." He put the bottle closer to his body and leaned over a bit, intensely making eye contact with the witch. "I won't tell a soul. Not even if they torture me."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Aug 28, 2023 18:37:25 GMT -5
No, the wink didn’t help.
Regan met Aldrich’s eyes with equal intensity as if she might fall into them if she looked deep enough. She believed him when he said he’d keep her secret to himself. Really, there wasn’t much Aldrich had to go on, but if he started asking questions—particularly with Alys’s proverbial cat out of the bag—it would be enough to make Regan’s world more complicated than it already was. Still blushing, Regan nodded, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a girlish smile.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 30, 2023 13:45:51 GMT -5
To some things, you simply didn't want the answers. Maybe this wasn't entirely true when it came to Regan's secret, but he knew better than to ask questions. It was obvious that if she could have kept it a secret from him, she would have done just that. While it wasn't exactly comparable, Regan now also knew a secret about him. She was the only one in the entirety of Terra Nova who knew that he had had a child, and that it had been killed in an offering by his run-away-fiancée.
The alcohol and the need to patch up his broken heart with just anything - or anyone - he could get his hands on was starting to set in. Nadine was beautiful, and Nadine was great, but there was also something incredible about a no-strings-attached situation, and Regan definitely reminded him of that every time she walked past.
Her girlish smile and her stating into his eyes made his temperature rise. He loosened his shirt at the neck and grinned a bit.
"Yes, if you're looking for another friend, I'm a candidate."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Aug 31, 2023 12:21:51 GMT -5
Regan laughed, nearly what could be called a giggle, and half-crawled, half-scooted forward on the floor so that she was close enough to Aldrich so that she could reach for the whiskey bottle. If she was successful in taking it, she’d take another swig as she sat back at his feet.
“And what does ‘friends’ look like exactly?” Regan’s words dropped with a slight lazy slur from her tongue through a lopsided smirk.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2023 12:22:40 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 31, 2023 12:34:36 GMT -5
He took another sip before letting her take the bottle. This giggly and word-slurring Regan was new to him, but it felt like they were on the same wavelength. Both a bit drunk, but able to still function. At least it seemed like that to him.
"What does friends look like?" he repeated, pretending to think before leaning forward a bit and scratching the top of her head, like a head scratcher would scratch someone's head, but with his fingertips, messing up her hair a bit. "What do you want friends to look like?"
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2023 12:35:34 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Aug 31, 2023 21:28:30 GMT -5
Regan’s breath quickened as Aldrich’s fingers ran themselves through her hair. Her eyes turned upward, hazy and needy as they drank in every handsome detail of Aldrich’s features.
“I don’t know…” She murmured, leaning into his hand. The whiskey made what she wanted impossible to conceal, just as it made it impossible to keep her next works from quietly tripping out of her mouth.
“Listen, you weren’t wrong about how I—about what you said about Warren,” the word she was looking for wouldn’t quite make it out of her mouth, but it made itself known all the same. Even as she spoke, Regan didn’t pull away from him. If anything she drew closer.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Sept 4, 2023 4:14:02 GMT -5
He smiled at her while he continued to lightly ran through her hair, feeling how she leaned into his hand. She didn't know, but that was okay with Aldrich. Neither did he. However, it did seem like they'd never find a way to define what they were. Definitely not lovers, not even friends with benefits. So what were they? Friends who slipped up and had some fun? He wasn't sober enough for the logistics of it all.
Her voice brought him back, the thoughts vanishing as quickly as then had taken a hold of him. "I see", he said, also not pulling back. His hand slid out of her hair to her cheek, which he caressed softly. "But I wasn't exactly right either, then?" In any case, he couldn't judge. He still loved Nadine, although she had broken his heart, yet here he was, stroking Regan's cheek. "Do you miss him?" Cambria wasn't extremely far, but far enough that you couldn't just visit someone.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 8, 2023 15:34:38 GMT -5
Regan was not one who often resisted temptation. She’d never stopped being a greedy little orphan seizing onto any scrap of affection that was tossed her way. Not to mention that physical hunger that gnawed at her unsatisfied. Regan looked up at Aldrich with wide eyes and a furrowed brow as if she were doing some sort of complicated calculus in her head.
Eventually, Regan nodded to answer both of his questions as one. Somehow the words to explain just how complicated things were wouldn’t come. Regan didn’t have the sophistication of feeling or processing that would accurately describe just how much of a tangle all this was. So instead, Regan would weave her fingers into Aldrich’s other hand as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into his touch.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Sept 9, 2023 13:34:53 GMT -5
Regan looked adorable when she was thinking. The furrowed brow and the wide eyes made him smile slightly. She ended up nodding in response, apparently not having succeeded at finding the words she was looking for. He looked at their hands now she had intertwined her fingers into his, before looking back at her. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed peaceful, but he could only imagine how she truly felt inside. He was too old to have been cursed, but having a werewolf inside of you seemed like you'd never truly be at ease.
Aldrich leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. "You don't owe anyone anything", he said, not even fully knowing what he meant by it. She didn't owe him a friendship, but he'd like to be friends. She didn't owe him an explanation about what was going on between her and Warren, and she didn't owe Warren a serious relationship either. He assumed they weren't serious, both by how she had responded when he had mentioned it the last time he had seen her, and by the way they were currently sitting.
Would he het in trouble with Woodwick for this? Would she tell him? In all honesty, he didn't really care. Regan was familiar and Regan was warm. He liked being close to her, physically. He didn't know how close they were, spiritually. Aldrich realised he didn't know much about her at all. "How did you become a werewolf, or whatever it is that you have inside of you?" he asked softly, completely prepared to get shut down by her.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 10, 2023 15:19:55 GMT -5
Regan let herself be lulled by Aldirch’s presence. Let him soothe the irritation of her separation from Cassian that still festered like a splinter. She wanted to believe him: that she didn’t owe anyone her loyalty. But she remembered the look on Warren’s face when she’d told him that she could never be his entirely, and even now it twisted in her like a knife. She retreated from the discomfort, focusing instead on the sureness of Adrich’s hand on her cheek.
At his question, Regan’s eyes snapped open. She stared at him, for a moment sparks shimmering in their depths. It was as if the wolf had come when called by name, requiring Regan to stifle it. Her next words were careful—soft, but certain.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Sept 11, 2023 16:51:05 GMT -5
He hiccuped softly and slowly raised his hands in an apologetic matter, immediately regretting removing his hand from Regan's hair because now he wouldn't be able to place his hand back without it being weird. "Like I said, you don't owe anyone anything."
He tried to smile but when that didn't end up working out for him, he slapped his thighs and sighed. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep you." Aldrich had been dancing between tipsy and sober for a while now, and unless the bottle would be offered to him again, he would progress more in the sober-direction, and that little part of him that was becoming sober thought it might not be a good idea to keep Regan up. He had waltzed in here in the middle of the night without asking himself whether she'd be asleep or not, so maybe letting her get some sleep was the decent thing to do.
He had made it awkward and he was upset with himself. And he was still confused. He was angry at himself for enjoying Regan's touch and warmth when he was still missing Nadine, and now he felt like he needed to leave. He felt like he was using Regan to fill the hole in his heart.
If Regan asked him to stay, he would stay, and he knew it, but Aldrich felt like he needed to give her the option to kick him out, hence him mentioning not keeping her.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 14, 2023 14:56:12 GMT -5
Regan stared dumbly at Aldrich as he pulled his hands from her. She nearly reached to stop him, but her hands wouldn’t move. Her drunken gaze followed him from where she knelt as he stood and started to move toward the exit. Meanwhile, her mind was doing backflips, taking thousands of different avenues to figure out what had happened and what to do next.
“Oh,” Regan said finally, “Okay. Yeah, you should…” She snapped out of it, running a hand through her hair, “Yeah, you should probably go.”